The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (9)

"Don't worry, I'm not dying."

Su Qiao didn't want to bother, but remembering her current identity, she blurted out a stiff reply.

"Oh." Lin Shen stepped back, a little wary.

What a coincidence?

Again?

Looking closely, although this young girl looked like a doll, her stern face gave off a feeling that she was not to be trifled with.

A contradictory aura permeated her entire being.

It was indeed hard to ignore her, no wonder even the President kept staring.

But...

For the President's safety, it's better to keep our distance.

With that thought, Lin Shen was about to retreat when he unexpectedly saw a shadow cast on the ground beside him.

He turned his head and realized that his President had also followed.

"President, she..." Lin Shen tried to warn him.

"It's fine." Qin Mohan glanced at him, his gaze falling on the slender girl on the ground.

He had been standing by the bridge railing, casually sweeping his eyes across the scene.

Unexpectedly, with just one glance, his gaze became fixed.

It wasn't because of the girl's delicate and beautiful face, but because of the calm, almost indifferent expression on it.

This was not how a normal little girl should behave.

Moreover, in the previous car accident, this girl must have jumped out of the car window before the car went out of control.

It was evident that something must have happened in the car before that, forcing her to choose to jump.

Qin Mohan slightly narrowed his long, dark eyes.

Someone so bold and able to remain so calm was no ordinary person.

No wonder he had felt this girl was special when they were in the elevator earlier.

Now, looking at her up close, this feeling was even stronger.

Her eyes were distinctly black and white, clear and bright, like obsidian. Yet, under the streetlights, her pupils were unusually deep and cold.

These eyes are truly beautiful.

My heart feels itchy, I really want to collect them.

With a stir in his heart, Qin Mohan slightly parted his thin lips: "Can you still get up?"

Hearing this deep, magnetic, yet unusually flat question, Su Qiao shook her dazed head, reining in the sharp glint in her eyes.

Her voice was somewhat weak: "My ankle is sprained, I'm dizzy, and I feel like throwing up."

Heh, she changes so quickly.

In just a moment, her eyes became innocent and non-aggressive, just like a little white rabbit.

However, that delicate little face remained expressionless, inexplicably creating a sense of contrasting cuteness.

A little cute, I want it.

Qin Mohan rubbed his fingers, which had developed some hard calluses, and for the first time, such an absurd thought arose in his mind.

She really is a bit like the little white cat I used to have when I was a child.

Both look very delicate, but are actually quite fierce.

But no matter how fierce, once it's in his hands...

At that moment, a notion to keep her crossed Qin Mohan's mind.

Perhaps, raising a little something isn't bad either.

The irritability of many days suddenly dissipated, and Qin Mohan's mood improved significantly.

Lin Shen knew his President was a man of few words, not fond of talking much, so he stepped forward again:

"It's probably a concussion. You should feel better after resting for a while. When the doctor arrives, let them do a thorough check-up. You'll be fine."

"But thankfully, you're not seriously injured. The car and the driver both fell into the river and are still bubbling. It's likely they won't make it."

Good thing his driving skills aren't bad.

If he had been careless and, like that car, crashed through the bridge railing and plunged into the river...

He couldn't even imagine such a scene.

Lin Shen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Won't make it?" Su Qiao let out a soft, cold chuckle: "Heh, he got off easy."

If that person hadn't died, had he fallen into her hands, she would have inflicted all her poisons on him, turning him into a living medicine-man, making him experience what it meant to live a life worse than death.

"What?"